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SCENE: Green Gables, Anne's room, afternoon
Anne Shirley: Ruby, this is serious. We're supposed to be studying each other's lips. I think yours are delicate and inviting.
Ruby Gillis: Really?
Anne: And Tillie's are soft, even to the eye. And Jane's are shaped like a rosebud that's beginning to bloom. Mine are awful. Like the fat caterpillars that live in our old willow tree.
Jane Andrews: They do look a bit swollen.
Anne: It's my own fault. I have a terrible habit of chewing on my bottom lip when I'm thinking. The trouble is that I'm always thinking. Are they unpleasant to look at?
Diana Barry: They are perfectly pink and luscious.
Anne: Diana, you without a doubt have the best, most kissable Cupid's bow. The brightest smile to light any heart.
Ruby: Do you think that Prissy and Mr. Phillips have kissed?
Jane: Not yet. But soon, I imagine. Prissy's studying for her Queen's Academy entrance exams, and sometimes Mr. Phillips stops by our house to give her extra help.
Tillie Boulter: Prissy is only two years older than us.
Ruby: I mean to have an official beau by the time I'm 15. I hope Gilbert will be back by then.
Anne: You think of nothing but beaus, Ruby.
Ruby: Well, what's wrong with that?
Tillie: I've never even seen a real kiss before. My parents don't go in for that kind of thing.
Jane: I once overheard Mrs. Lynde and her husband share a kiss. It sounded like a cow dragging its hind hoof out of a swamp!
Diana: If someone were to kiss me, I'm afraid I would do something silly, or... forget to do something I should do. What are the rules? Why don't they teach kissing etiquette?
Anne: We could make a game. To see who could conduct the most romantic courtship. With brave knights, and enchanted princesses, and sorcerers and desperadoes! It'd be great practice. Diana, you can play the gallant young man.
Diana: Oh...
Anne: Prince Wisteria, wilt thou let fly the Feather of Fortune and choose thy heart-pure maiden?
Diana: I shall.
Tillie: Uh... Oh.
What should I do, Diana?
Anne: Tillie, you shouldn't talk to Prince Wisteria as though he were our friend Diana. It spoils the effect.
Tillie: I-I'm waiting for my handsome young prince to come and claim me.
Diana: Ahem. Ahem. Why, who is this fair and noble maiden?
Girl: Oh!
Anne: Why must the girl wait for the boy?
Diana: What?
Tillie: Anne!
Ruby: Are you mad?!
Anne: If I wanted to kiss a boy, couldn't I just... kiss him?
SCENE: Green Gables parlor , later
Girls: [off-screen] No! Anne!
INTRO
SCENE: S.S. Primrose, a day
Sebastian Lacroix: What of you? I like our change of plans, Doc. Canada. Excited to go.
Gilbert Blythe: You're daring, coming to this level of the deck. Fireman hears about you coming up here, you can expect trouble.
Bash: I can live down trouble. I want to see where I'm headed for once. Feel the wind on my face. Avonlea ahead of me. Ten years on this ship humpin' coal. I earned this. Besides, what they going to do? Sack me? Toss me overboard? Worst-case scenario, I get the latrine.
Gilbert: If my choices were that or latrine duty, I might take my chances with the Atlantic.
Bash: Choices. I like that word. Things are going to change startin' right now.
Gilbert: Yeah.
SCENE: Avonlea school, another day
Anne: Have you ever noticed what cheerful things brooks are? They're always laughing.
Diana: How sweet!
Ruby: Hello.
Tillie: Hello.
Billy Andrews: Let's get 'em!
Ruby: Ah!
Billy: Bloomies! Knickers!
Anne: Ah!
[off-screen] Ah!
FLASHBACK: Saint Alban's Orphanage, c. 2 years earlier
Anne: No! Stop!
Girl 1: Look at Princess Cordelia now.
Girl 2: We can see your bloomers.
Girl 3: Little scarecrow!
Anne: No!
Older Girl: Anne Shirley, you are the scrawniest, homeliest red-haired freckled witch that ever lived. No one will ever want you.
SCENE: Outside Avonlea school, present day
Anne: Keep your hands off!
Billy: Whoa.
Diana: You mustn't mind them, Anne. They're just boys being boys. They love to torment our lives out.
Anne: I do mind. I mind a great deal.
A skirt is not an invitation!
Diana: Anne, are you alright?
SCENE: Avonlea school, later
Mr. Phillips: Quiet, all of you. Settle down, ev... eryone.
Anne: I think Diana made a very convincing prince.
Ruby: Me, too.
Diana: I was going for daring, dashing, and a little bit wicked.
Ruby: Well, who needs real boys when we have Prince Wisteria?
Josie Pye: What are you talking about?
Ruby: Anne invited us over for an afternoon of parlor games.
Josie: All of you?
Parlor games? Without boys? Fine for you. I'm far too mature for such childish amusements.
SCENE: Avonlea school, later
Ruby: [whispering] Billy.
SCENE: Avonlea school, later
Mr. Phillips: Prissy.
Prissy Andrews: Mother is so very pleased that you are aiding and abetting my higher education.
When you squeezed my hand in secret, I too felt it was a pity we were not alone.
Mr. Phillips: Yes, well, um... I-I'd better...
Prissy: Of course. I'm due at home.
Mr. Phillips: Hmm.
Prissy: See you tomorrow.
SCENE: Avonlea school, later
Josie: Whomever the bottle points to... you are permitted to kiss. It needs to be boy, girl, boy, girl.
Billy: Where does that leave Cole?
Josie: Jane, go sit next to your dumb brother. Tillie, you're over there. And, Anne, switch places with Charlie.
Billy doesn't know anything about anything. I'm glad you're here.
Cole Mackenzie: Didn't have much of a choice.
Josie: Who would like to spin first?
Charlie: Diana!
Diana: Uh...
Josie: Moody.
Moody Spurgeon: Me?
Josie: Now you have to kiss. On the mouth.
Diana: Ahem. Good afternoon, Moody.
Moody: Good afternoon, Diana. I'm going to kiss you now.
Josie: Your turn, Anne.
Billy: I'm out. No way. Ugly orphan.
Older Girl: [flashback voice] No one will ever want you.
Josie: What are you afraid of, Anne? I seem to recall you knowing a lot about intimate relations.
Older Girl: [flashback voice] You are the scrawniest, homeliest, red-haired freckled witch that ever lived.
Josie: You're from unfortunate circumstances.
Older Girl: [flashback voice] No one will ever want you.
Josie: This can't be your first kiss.
FLASHBACK: Saint Alban's Orphanage, c. 2 years earlier
Older Girl: [flashback voice] Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Freak. Squeak! Freak!
SCENE: Avonlea school, present day
Josie: Anne? Ever been kissed... Anne?
Anne: Ye... No!
Diana: Anne!
SCENE: Fields, later
Diana: Anne! Anne. Why did you run, Anne?
Anne: That Josie Pye! For someone with such a lack of imagination, she certainly knows how to invent cruel and unusual forms of torture! Why should I be forced to give an expression of tenderness to indifferent or, in some cases, repulsive persons?
Diana: Billy wasn't very nice at all. I'm sorry he hurt your feelings.
Anne: The whole thing hurts everyone's feelings. It's not conducive!
Diana: Con... ducive?
Anne: To understanding anything about romance.
SCENE: Green Gables, later
Anne: Well, at least the snow is romantical.
Diana: Just as I was leaving, Moody pulled me aside and told me that my kiss was like fresh butter. You have to admit that's rather romantic.
Anne: It's different for you, Diana, because everyone wants to kiss you.
Jerry Baynard: Hello, Miss Barry.
Diana: Bonjour, Jerry.
Jerry: And she speaks French! You are the complete package.
Diana: Your dialect is very different from classic French. Can you understand me okay?
Jerry: I understand that you are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.
Anne: Leave my friend alone, Jerry!
Diana: It's fine, Anne. He said I'm the most beautiful girl he's ever seen.
Thank you, but you're very bold.
Anne: What does it feel like to be divinely beautiful, Diana?
Diana: That's very kind, but I'm not div...
Anne: No, you are. Please answer the question. I have to know.
Diana: Compliments are nice... but... I'd rather be smart.
SCENE: Green Gables kitchen, evening
Anne: What is the purpose of kissing?
Is it... supposed to feel good? "With one long kiss my whole soul through. My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew." Tennyson. But kissing reminds me more of a... mother bird feeding its baby. The thought... makes me queasy. And what is the perfect kiss? Is it really sweeter than honey cake? And if a kiss is such a big idea, then why is it such a small word? It should be long and difficult to say. I've been trying to think of a more appropriate name for it, but nothing gives me a thrill. I assume kissing should give you a thrill, but I'm afraid I'll never find out. Do you think one can have a tragical romance without ever being kissed?
Matthew Cuthbert: Well, now, um... I dunno.
Anne: Have either of you ever kissed anyone?
Matthew: I... I should, uh... barn.
Marilla Cuthbert: For pity's sake, Anne, hold your tongue. Show some propriety here at supper.
Anne: Sorry.
When would be a better time to ask?
Marilla: Some other time.
SCENE: S.S. Primrose, night
Gilbert: How was latrine duty, dear?
Bash: Boy, haul you tail.
Gilbert: Ugh! Argh! Ugh!
Bash: Still worth it. Have to make that hay while the sun shine. Ain't that what you farm boys say?
Gilbert: You know what else they say? Don't put the cart before the horse. This is gonna be a long few days.
Bash: Lucky for me, I can't smell it anymore.
Gilbert: Ugh. Ugh!
SCENE: Anne's room, next morning
SCENE: Green Gables kitchen, later
Anne: Ah, isn't it good to be alive on winter mornings like this?!
Marilla: Anne Shirley-Cuthbert! Goodness gracious, what's happened here?
Anne: It's decorative. For beauty's sake. Even birds have pretty plumage, Marilla.
Marilla: Plumage, fiddlesticks. Take all that out of your hair at once. You look ridiculous.
Anne: Marilla, please, please, let me wear them to school!
Marilla: For the land's sake, that's the last place you want to wear them, believe me.
Anne: I know you don't understand or imagine, but if you had red hair, you would want to cover it too!
Marilla: I do not condone unnecessary adornment. Off they come.
Anne: Marilla, how can you be so unfeeling?
Marilla: Years of practice. Now, you know I always mean what I say.
Anne: But I need to be beautiful.
Marilla: Enough of this foolishness. You'll take them out at once.
SCENE: Green Gables yard, later
SCENE: Green Gables barn, later
Anne: Ah! Ah.
SCENE: The woods, later
Anne: I wish I were a tree. Then I would have different hair for every season. I would have pretty spring buds and a full head of blossoms in summer... vibrant autumn colors, and then...
Never mind.
SCENE: Avonlea school, later
Anne: What do you think?
Diana: Well... You hold your head with such an air.
Cole: Here. If you don't mind, I'd just make one or two adjustments. For balance. May I?
Diana: Ooh, that'll look divine, Anne.
Cole: Um, Diana, could you...?
Diana: Oh.
Cole: Sorry everyone's staring at us.
Ruby: I didn't think Cole could do that.
Anne: How I wish we were doing recitations today, when appearance is of paramount importance.
Cole: Recitations... are the purest form of torture.
Anne: Torture?! You can't be serious.
Cole: Standing up in front of a classroom, everyone staring at me?
Anne: That's the whole joy of it!
Cole: No joy at all. It's like being under a microscope. I just feel... too... tall, too seen, too... weird.
Diana: Oh, it's beautiful, Cole!
Mr. Phillips: Ahem. Cole Mackenzie!
Since you seem to have such... feminine proclivities, we shall indulge your taste of it this morning. You can sit with the girls.
Billy: What? No, no...
SCENE: Green Gables kitchen, later
Marilla: The egg goes in when it's off the heat.
Rachel: Can't believe you're sharing your secret recipe after all these years.
Marilla: Nothing stays the same forever.
I... I wonder if you might offer me some advice, Rachel.
Rachel: I knew it. As soon as you invited me over, I said to Thomas: "Something must be vexing Marilla. Since when does she need my help making her own matchless plum puffs?"
Marilla: Children. They get older. Anne has started asking about...
Rachel: The dreaded questions.
Marilla: She is preoccupied with kissing, of all things.
I admit, I'm a woman of narrow experience on this matter.
Rachel: You've certainly taken on a great responsibility, Marilla. That Anne is full of original sin. A young girl shouldn't be asking such questions. Let her know what's what. "Spare the rod and spoil the child." That's what I say.
Marilla: If I whacked the child every time she asked me a slew of questions, she'd be black and blue.
Rachel: She's an inquisitive little thing. And at this age, you have got to lay down the ground rules, and lay them down hard.
Marilla: Over kissing?
Rachel: I've brought up ten children and buried two, and they'd all testify to the efficiency of my methods.
Marilla: I've no doubt.
Rachel: Of course, folks that have raised children know that you've got to expect the unexpected when it comes to flesh and blood. I recall a time I came home to find my eldest, Thomas Jr., setting fire to the drapes. Nothing a birch switch couldn't cure.
Marilla: Was that before or after he burned down your shed?
SCENE: Green Gables barn, later
Marilla: Rachel does have the effect of making you want to do the complete opposite of what she suggests.
Would you stop that infernal racket?! I can't hear myself think.
I don't believe I could whip a child. But sometimes I think Anne is possessed. A moment ago she called turning 14 "a solemn occasion." And now it's this kissing business, tying bows in her hair, vain as a peacock. What are we going to do about it?
Matthew: I promised you I wouldn't put my oar in.
Marilla: Well, I could use another oar now! I'm rowing around in circles.
Matthew: Well, now... I don't see the harm in her being curious.
Marilla: Matthew Cuthbert, I don't understand you.
Matthew: I seem to remember... with you and John Blythe...
Marilla: Yes.
Matthew: Wasn't there a stolen kiss or two?
Marilla: How would you know? No one stole anything.
What do you suggest?
Matthew: Well... I mean, if we want to do right by Anne, I reckon that means seeing that she has a fuller life... than us.
Give... Gotcha.
SCENE: Avonlea school, later
Anne: Mr. Phillips had no right to insult you like that. I'm sorry you had to endure it.
Cole: It's fine.
Anne: It's scandalous.
Cole: He's never liked me.
Anne: He doesn't seem to like anyone. Except Prissy.
Cole: You noticed that I always seem to get detention for no other reason than I'm...
Anne: What? You're what, Cole?
Cole: Different.
Anne: There's nothing wrong with different. I'm unusual, too. And that's why we're kindred. You're unique.
Cole: I don't want to be unique. Unique means weird.
Anne: I think it means... singular and extraordinary.
Cole: Well, I'd rather be ordinary.
Anne: I feel that way sometimes too. But an ordinary person wouldn't be a brilliant artist.
Cole: I'm not, but thanks.
SCENE: Green Gables kitchen, later
Marilla: How was the beauty contest? I mean, school.
Anne, what did I say about your hair?
Anne: I know, but my friend Cole styled it for me and did such a lovely job that I just had to leave it.
Marilla: Perhaps one day you'll grow into a style like that, but for now I'll thank you to restore yourself to yourself.
Anne: I know it's foolish to want to be anything other than what I am, but I can't help it. I love... pretty things.
Mm. I hate when I look in the glass and I see something that isn't pretty. It makes me feel so sorrowful, just as I feel when I see any ugly thing. I pity it because it's not beautiful.
Marilla: Well, I have something that might cheer you up. We received a letter today. From Gilbert Blythe.
Anne: Oh! Oh, Marilla! I'd forgotten about my foreign correspondence! Trinidad! I imagined that I was writing to some far-flung corner of the world, but nowhere this intriguing.
"Miss Anne Shirley-Cuthbert." How wonderful! Look at that, Marilla!
Marilla: I saw. Do try to learn to take things calmly, child.
Anne: How can I be calm when I've never seen my name written with "Miss" before?
Marilla: Well, open it.
Anne: There's nothing romantical about this letter, nothing whatsoever.
Marilla: You wrote to him about the gold, as I recall.
Anne: Yes, that's exactly right. I wonder what he said.
SCENE: Avonlea school, another day
Diana: Not returning to Avonlea?
Anne: "Indefinitely."
Diana: When did he send it?
Anne: It was posted three weeks ago from Port of Spain, in Trinidad.
Diana: You could write him back. With your knack for words, I'm sure you could convince him.
Anne: Well, considering "there's gold in Avonlea" didn't change his mind almost makes me grateful that there wasn't. Wouldn't it have been a personal mortification if he had to leave his exotic port-of-call?
Diana: True enough. In that way I suppose it's all worked out for the best.
Anne: Besides, if I were to write him again, which I most certainly won't, it would be to tell him that there's no "A" in "indefinitely."
Diana: Maybe that was on purpose. Maybe he wants to be pen pals.
Anne: If he's challenging me to a long-distance duel, I will not engage.
Diana: I believe he spelled that word wrong last year. Engage.
Anne: Engagement. But I... I don't quite recall.
Diana: Ruby will have an affliction. Let's give this to her to keep.
Anne: What? Why?
Diana: For her to cry over? Unless... you don't want to.
Billy: What's this? "Dear Anne, it's very nice to hear..."
Anne: Stop! Stop it! Just give it back!
Billy: What am I...
Ooh... what a gentleman.
Pfft. Just more girl stuff.
SCENE: Avonlea school, later
Mr. Phillips: Why are you still here?!
SCENE: S.S. Primrose, latrines, another day
Gilbert: Oh! Ugh.
Bash: Boy, what you doing here?
Gilbert: Fireman sure hates my singing.
Bash: You got yourself in trouble so you could come help me?
Gilbert: Here. Hurry. Put some of this under your nose. It'll help the smell. Allow me. One of our neighbors back home is a pig farmer.
Bash: Thyme. Trinidadian bush medicine? Nice trick, Doc.
Gilbert: Self-preservation.
Bash: We have a saying: "This plant don't ask to grow." Thyme's hardy, yeah? Doesn't need minding. Grows where other plants cannot. Hopefully like me, in Avonlea.
Gilbert: Two more days. Still worth it?
Bash: Get to work.
Gilbert: Ugh.
SCENE: Story Club shed, later
Anne: Ruby would only ruin it with her tears anyway. And then she would cry again... over having ruined it. It's better if I hold onto it... for safety.
I wonder if the other foxes ever twit you about your hair. You're always alone. Don't you have a sweetheart? Maybe we're just meant to be solitary creatures, you and I.
Just so you know, you're very beautiful!
SCENE: Green Gables kitchen, next morning
Marilla: Anne, before you go, a word.
Anne: Yes, Marilla?
Marilla: You shouldn't dwell so much on your looks, Anne. I assure you, it's better to be plain. If you're beautiful, you get stuck on one path, and that's all that's expected of you. Whereas you'll be able to go through life getting to be exactly who you are without calling too much attention to yourself.
It's a gift. Really. There are more important things than beauty, and you'll have every opportunity to find out.
SCENE: Avonlea school, later
Jane: [off-screen] Prissy says that his mustache was scratchy, not soft.
Anne: What does Cole, peeking out of the coats like that, remind you of?
Tillie: I don't know.
Anne: An owl tucked in the hollow of a tree. He's so dedicated to his art, really cultivating his imagination.
Ruby: He's very handsome, isn't he?
Tillie: You can't like all the boys!
Diana: Sad and handsome.
Josie: The poor thing could use some cheering up.
Hello, Cole. I just wanted to say I think it's too bad our game ended before you could have your turn.
I suppose I could break the rules and allow you to kiss me now.
Cole: No, thanks.
Josie: What's wrong with you?! Don't you like girls or something?
Cole: I don't like you.
Josie: Cole is a freak!
Anne: Josie Pye, you take that back! Cole is my friend!
Josie: Then it's a match made in heaven.
SCENE: Avonlea school, later
Josie: Spin.
Paul 1: I'm not kissing that ugly orphan.
Billy: Arf-arf-arf-arf!
Josie: Oh, when her face turns red, it's like she's all red.
Cole: I'll kiss Anne.
Ruby: Oh, how splendid!
Josie: Good. Let the freaks kiss.
FLASHBACK: Saint Alban's Orphanage, c. 2 years earlier
Girl: Freak!
SCENE: Avonlea school, present day
Billy: Kiss, freaks. Kiss.
FLASHBACK: Saint Alban's Orphanage, c. 2 years earlier
Girl: Little freak!
Anne: What are you doing?! No!
Girl: Freak!
Billy: [voice only] Kiss, freaks!
SCENE: Avonlea school, present day
Diana (?): [off-screen] Stop.
Billy: [off-screen] Kiss, freaks, kiss!
Billy and Josie: Kiss, freaks, kiss!
Jane: Stop it!
Children: Kiss, freaks, kiss!
Jane: Stop!
Children: Kiss, freaks, kiss!
Jane: That's untoward!
Diana: Leave them alone! Stop being mean!
Ruby: Billy!
Children: Kiss, freaks, kiss! Kiss, freaks, kiss!
Diana: Leave them alone!
Billy: Kiss, freaks, kiss!
Billy and Paul 1: Kiss, freaks, kiss! Kiss, freaks, kiss!
Diana: Leave them alone!
Billy: What are you waiting for?!
Diana: Leave them alone!
Billy: Kiss, freaks, kiss!
Boy: Ah!
SCENE: The woods, later
Anne: I've decided I'm not going to do anymore kissing. Not unless I want to. Of course, if I wasn't so homely, I would have more options.
Diana: You're not homely, Anne. I wish you'd stop saying that. It's not true.
Anne: Diana, it is my firm belief that my life would be easier if I was beautiful like you.
Diana: Nonsense! I'd trade my dimples for any of your cleverness and consider it cheaply bought at that price.
Anne: Diana, I'm so glad you're exquisite. Next to being beautiful oneself... it's best to have a beautiful bosom friend.
Mwah.
Diana: Mwah!
Anne: Mwah!
Diana: Mwah!
Peddler: Hello there again, Miss Anne of Green Gables.
Anne: Hello.
Peddler: What is wrong, little bird?
Anne: You wouldn't happen to have anything in that wonderful case that would make me beautiful, would you? Perhaps a remedy to remove my horrible freckles and give me a rose-leaf complexion? Or lovely, starry, violet eyes?
Peddler: Hmm. Hmm... Hmm. No. I'm afraid not. Hmm.
Anne: What's that? Hair dye?! Do you... Do you think this will turn my hair a beautiful raven black?
Peddler: That's what it say.
Anne: My red hair is the bane of my existence. And raven hair is my life-long dream.
Peddler: Still no money?
Anne: Uh... I have a sandwich.
Peddler: Ham.
Anne: Cheese.
Peddler: Instructions are on the label.
Anne: Oh! Ah... thank you!
SCENE: Anne's room, evening
SCENE: Gilbert's house, following day
Gilbert: Thank you.
Welcome home.
Bash: Welcome home to you too.
SCENE: Green Gables, later
Marilla: Oof. The, uh, kinds of feelings... The, uh... the, uh... emotions consequent on the first kiss can be... unsettling, and... Yeah, yeah... sometimes as... as we get a bit older... they can...
Anne? I'm back from Rachel's.
The... The expression of a certain passion... No.
The... expression of a certain feeling...
Anne?
Intuition, our own selfhood, nature's highest teacher...
Anne? I dare say I'm prepared to settle your questions now.
Kissing is a natural expression of love and its emotions... Mercy me. Have you been sleeping? Anne!
Anne: No.
Marilla: Are you ill?
Anne: No, but... please, I'm in the depths of despair. Please, Marilla, go away and don't look at me!
Marilla: Did anyone ever hear the like? Whatever is the matter with you? Get up right this minute and tell me. This minute, I say.
Anne Shirley-Cuthbert, what have you done to your hair?! Why, it's green!
SCENE: Josie's room, evening
Josie: Ow.
Mrs. Pye: The more you squirm, the longer these ringlets will take, pretty miss.
Josie: Would it be so terrible if I didn't have curls tomorrow?
Mrs. Pye: Beauty is power, darling. You know that. Yes?
Josie: Yes.
Mrs. Pye: There. Now get some sleep. You look tired, and that won't do.
SCENE: Anne's room, later
Anne: Oh, Marilla, you little know how utterly wretched I am! I'm the unhappiest girl in Prince Edward Island.
Marilla: Well, if I'd decided it was worthwhile to dye my hair, I'd have dyed it a decent color at least.
Anne: But I didn't mean to dye it green! I applied the dye as the directions said. I used up the whole bottle, and... oh, Marilla, it was like I'd been bewitched. When I saw myself with raven hair, I didn't want anything more than to look like myself again! I looked like a demon possessed! I tried and I tried to wash it off, but it wouldn't come out. I... I thought maybe laundry bluing would... would strip it out!
Marilla: Well, that explains it.
Anne: Oh, Marilla, what shall I do? I can never, never live this down. People have pretty well forgotten my other mistakes, but they'll never forget this! They'll think I'm not respectable. Oh, Marilla, "what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive." And that is poetry, but it is true. And, oh, how Josie Pye will laugh. Oh, Marilla, I can't face Josie Pye. I just can't!
Marilla: Well, I hope you've got your eyes opened as to where vanity leads you, Anne.
Anne: I'll never, never look at myself again.
Yes, I will, too. I'll do penance for being wicked. And I'll look at myself every time I come into my room and see how ugly I am. And I won't try to imagine it away, either.
Henceforth... my kiss will sit on my lips for all of eternity like a rose that longs to be plucked, but never will.
Marilla: Now, now. I reckon beauty doesn't enter into it. When someone loves you, Anne... then you'll be kissed.
Anne: Marilla, Marilla, say those blessed words again?
Marilla: I guess once is enough to say them. Now, are you ready?
Anne: Oh, please cut it off at once and have it over! Oh, I feel as if my heart is broken. I'm going to weep all the time that you are cutting, if that won't interfere. This is such an unromantic affliction.